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Subject: When Tarzan Meets Jane

Author:
andy spaschak

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Date Posted: 04:46:39 10/04/07 Thu

You know that feeling when you spot
her across the room. The quick connection
that screams, "I want to consume you now"?
Well, maybe you don't. Maybe you and I don't
have that in common. That animal instinct
of instant lust that instantly owns ones world.

Well that happened again to me recently.
Being a man of staunch and somewhat
shaky character I declined to respond to
the almost painful attraction. Instead
I looked away and left in a hurry.

The problem is after I left I couldn't stop
thinking about her. I was thinking about
the way she would look with a skirt and
silk blouse, the look in her eyes right
before I kissed her.

One can get carried away with these fantasies;
to the point that time drifts away and before
you know it a half hour has passed. Well,
yesterday I saw her again at the market.
She looked right at me and smiled.

In typical caveman fashion I tilted
my head and smiled back before I
walked up to her and introduced
myself.

Turns out I knew her from years before.
All she was doing a few weeks ago was
trying to say hello. Sometimes I think
I am so much cooler than I really am.

I don't mind being humbled it keeps
me in good line and somewhat balanced.
What's more the fantasies didn't hurt at all.
She's probably a much better
lover than she'll ever know.

Bang a Gong!

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